~Chapter 3~
Goddess Worshipping
(This chapter changes POV in order to show another dynamic in this poly triad.)
My Goddess was truly and happily enthralled with Her newest slave. Over the past few months, I had watched and learned everything She wanted me to know about the new woman in Her life. She shared the pictures and videos that the new slave sent her every morning while we luxuriated in bed. The titillating photos and videos inspired Her passions and to my great delight, I was often the recipient of Her sensual and sometimes sadistic attentions. Seeing the new slave as she was used and modified to my Goddess' specifications was truly erotic. I had always worshipped the female form in its varying degrees of diverse splendor, but watching my Goddess take this lithe and supple young minx to an extreme version of a whore was beguiling to say the least.
This morning She had been particularly horny after watching Her newest acquisition spread and display her gaping cunt for our Goddess' approval. That level of lust usually manifested in several ways; one was my complete and unquestioning servitude, two was Her need to use me to a degree where I was the one quivering and panting and three showed itself in her desire to modify other slave's bodies to her vision of perfection. Today, She needed to be worshipped. Throwing back the covers, she spread Her legs wide in invitation and I responded as any good slave should; I climbed between Her outstretched thighs and set to work as She expected. Latching onto Her oversized clit, I sucked, nibbled, and lapped until She had one mini orgasm. This was only the first step to satisfying Her though and I continued my ministrations dutifully. Ranging up and down her lips, I continued until Her clit stood up hard and tall and She was drenched in cum and my saliva. I persisted for the time it took for me to give Her at least 2 more mini orgasms and finally when I was sucking hard on her clit as I would giving one of Her Bulls a blow job, She grabbed my hair and pulled me in tight, shuddering against my face.
She pulled me up into a deep and sensual kiss, licking Her own cum from my lips, nose, and cheeks. There had been times when She'd made me wear her scent for hours or even days, but when I needed to go into the office, She was practical, if not resigned to not having me smell like Her cunt in the presence of others. I had no illusions that if she was feeling particularly sadistic, She might indeed insist that I do so and I might be mortified if someone had noticed it, but also proud that She allowed me the privilege of wearing her scent.
"I suppose I need to let you get ready for work," She said a bit pouty that I needed to leave in a short amount of time. "You can shower now, but you'll need another one when you get home tonight."
"Yes, my Precious Goddess," I said and kissed her again as I climbed from our sexy love nest.
As I showered, I considered what might befall me tonight. I would have been happy with any part my Goddess wished me to play in the development of Her little whore of course, but I did not have the green light to touch, play or top her... yet. Sexually, my satisfaction came from fulfilling each desire my Goddess had, whether it be as a voyeur or a participant. Humiliating me by dressing me in front of this beautiful young woman who was completely in Her thrall was almost enough satisfaction to keep me going, but the idea of putting my mouth on those beautifully pumped and stretched nether regions was something I had only dreamed of in my younger days.
Goddess changed my life in so many ways over the decade we'd been together, not the least of which was helping me to believe in love and commitment again. The other area of my life she affected so dynamically was my sexuality. While I had identified as heterosexual for most of my adult life, She believed that sexuality evolved as you matured. What you wanted and craved as a teen or a young adult was strongly influenced by your societal circle. Being first bisexual and then Pansexual in her 40's meant heterosexuality wasn't an option any longer. Her affinity for male/male play had been carefully nurtured in me for years, the same way she was now nurturing this sweet, pristine woman into a grade A bimbo. It was amazing how becoming her slave helped one to expand their notions of what was not only acceptable, but appealing.
Usually my Goddess did not discuss her plans for the young slave with me prior to our play scenes. I followed Her lead and did as she bid me, even if that meant just watching in a well-placed mirror as She teased, sucked, licked, bit, suckled and pumped Her new slave's engorged pussy. My Goddess knew that watching Her take the slave through her paces made me extremely horny and since I was usually in chastity during our play sessions in the dungeon, it was excruciatingly arousing. Today, however, She told me that she was going to reward me for my recent vanilla (a raise at work) and kink (taking her fist on the first try) accomplishments. She loved to surprise me, even though She knew that I relished and anticipated scenes when She gave me the details beforehand. Knowing that a reward was in store though added enough lusty eagerness to the prospect of my day, not to mention the Viagra that She had instructed me to take in intervals throughout my day at the office.
There were plenty of times during our ten plus years together that I'd had exceedingly long, very frustrating days trying to work while my libido was on fire. I had a few of Her infamous "surprises" under my belt now and knew that whether it was a massive surprise or a tiny one, I would be well and truly worn out after its completion. A few years ago, she rented a warehouse for the weekend and let a visiting Mistress put me through my own paces. That was one for the record books to be sure, or there was the time that she'd given my collar to one of her Bulls and invited him to meet me in our bedroom to use me at His discretion. That experience was yet another memory that was imprinted on my psyche for eternity. This would be no different, I was sure. Because of my trust in Her and my confidence in Her ability to send me into the stratosphere, my lust and anticipation grew along with the root of my pinned-in manhood hidden by the tiny panties She had chosen for me this morning.
My day stretched out into infinitesimal boredom. A happy balance of kink and vanilla life was something it took Her years to convince me could be accomplished without too much stress. I still worried, of course; what if a colleague saw me in a club or someone discovered our stash of toys, sissy outfits or dozens of other scenarios that never came to pass, but my fear was deeply rooted in my upbringing, which focused so fiercely on the man providing stability for his family. However, She had given me so much to be thankful for and loved me immeasurably, thereby restoring my faith in humanity, that I couldn't refuse Her the one thing that gave Her more pleasure than anything She'd ever experienced; me.
My colleagues knew I wasn't one to hang around much after the clock struck five and while they knew I was happily and blissfully married, they had no idea that my reason for not engaging in idle chit chat after hours was a set of carefully selected lingerie, a bevy of sex toys and the best outfitted dungeon in the tri-state area. When the final ticks of the clock passed, I had already packed my briefcase and was at the door to the parking lot. Nothing could keep me from my reward, no matter what so-called emergency arose there tonight. Driving relaxed me luckily, even though my cock was as hard as it could possibly be in the steel cage surrounding it. My Goddess loved to torment me and at this moment, that's exactly what was happening.
When I finally arrived home, I was greeted by the sumptuous smells of a dinner She had cooked just for me. We were an eclectic mix in our household, vegans, vegetarians, and regular old meat-eaters. I knew when I came through the door into the kitchen from the laundry room that this was part of my reward. Her famous chicken and dumplings, something She'd cooked for me the very first time we'd spent any real time together, was on tonight's menu. My mouth salivated and my stomach rumbled.
